Soul-less eyes, Beating heart
by carrotgirlhatty
Summary: It was another normal day for America when disaster struck. Now he and the other 1P nations are fighting for their lives along side their doubles. The 2P world has already fallen to ruin but can both sides get learn to get along and defeat the zombies? Or will they just turn on each other...or even on their own kind? Zombie fic main pairing: USUK vs 2pUS1pUK
1. Chapter 1

**Hey guys I'm not dead! :) Aha, yeah I know I have other stories to write but I've been reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally busy lately. College is getting tougher, I've had two job inteveiws over the past couple of weeks AND my first driving test (I'm pretty much an Italy-level driver XD)**

**Okay, so this is going to be another USUK vs 2pUS1pUK but...WITH ZOMBIES :D**

**I may do a couple of side pairings, I already have an idea for a side story or two but mostly it will be focused around the pairings mentioned above. Also, yes there is an OC in this/ next chapter but it's important for a couple of future events and she'll only be mentioned once or twice after the next chapter so don't worry OC haters.**

**Finally, yes, there will be character death. Just wanna get that out (even though I think it was pretty obvious aince it's a zombie story)**

**So... ENJOY!**

**Warnings: OCs, Swearing, Gore, Violence and OOCness. I think that's it. :)**

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America had never expected it to end like this.

Well, who would? Zombies don't exist. That's what Canada always said when he rang the Canadian at four in the morning, crying over not being able to sleep after watching a scary movie.

And Japan. And France. And Lithuania. And England.

England…

Alfred looked at the Brit in front of him, pale and shaking. His eyes full of tears.

But it wasn't the masses of rotting flesh and disease-riddled corpses which surrounded the UN building.

Oh no, these were tears of hurt, of betrayal. Caused by no other than him, Alfred F. Jones: The personification of the United States of America and self-proclaimed hero.

Well…Probably neither of those things now.

America closed his eyes to block out the sights and sounds of his distressed friends and family, the un-dead mob, multiplying by the second and the one he loved and thought:

_How did it come to this?_

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**1 Hour Earlier:**

"-Today, my fellow Americans, is a new day. Today is a brighter day. Today is the day we change our future for a better tomorrow!"

The cheers of crowds and flashes of cameras filled the white house as the President of the United States continued his speech. America, who was sat behind the podium, was amongst those who clapped the loudest. He knew that his latest boss would go down in history for being one of the best presidents who ever lived. He just knew it!

He felt a tug of the sleeve of his bomber jacket and turned to see a pair of bright green eyes.

These eyes belonged to Skyler, the president's seventeen year old daughter who America saw as the sister he never had. She smiled.

"Daddy's doing great!"

"Yeah," the nation agreed. "Your dad sure knows how to get the crowds going." As if on que, the masses began to scream and wave like crazy. The girl laughed, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her face before turning her attention to the empty seat on the other side of Alfred.

"Look's like you're friend couldn't make it," she observed, pretending not to notice the slight tinge of pink materialising on America's cheeks.

"Erm…Yeah," the American nation rubbed the back of his neck. "They were busy…" Suddenly Skyler wasn't that interested in her dad anymore.

"Come on, admit it. It was your girlfriend, right?"

"Skyler!" America hissed, the teen's grin only widened.

"Oh I'm sorry, _girlfriend-to-be_. Fess up, it's Seychelles, isn't it?"

"I'm not playing this game with you," America snapped his attention back to his boss, his face getting redder by the second. But Skyler didn't stop bugging him.

"Hungary? Taiwan? Belarus? Lichtenstein?" She narrowed her eyes, her smile growing so wide it hurt.

"…England?"

This latest name cause America to choke on his own breath, he mouthed a quick "sorry" to his boss, who had turned around to see what all the coughing was about. Breathing a sigh of relief when the President continued his speech, Alfred turned to the female teen.

"Who told you?" He whispered.

"Japan," the girl said simply.

"God dammit, Kiku," the nation grumbled under his breath before looking at his sister figure.

"Look, you can't tell anyone about this, okay? Arthur doesn't know and if this gets out then they'll be a huge scandal. I'm not just meaning me and Iggy. You and your dad'll probably get dragged into it too!"

Skyler sat back in her chair.

"Kay, you have my word as the President's daughter." She smirked. "But you better let me help pick out the wedding dress. I mean, you probably want one that's easy to take off so-"

"SKYLER!" Alfred jumped out of his seat in shock before realising what his had done.

"Um, sorry folks-" he turned to apologise for interrupting the conference…

But the conference had already been interrupted.

Everyone fell silent as the hallway doors flung open and a lone figure fell to the floor. America saw this figure to be a man he had never seen before and wondered why security outside hadn't done anything to stop him from getting in.

Something was off…

A man in security uniform ran over and grabbed the man by his arm.

"Hey, you're not allowed in here without a pass! Please leave or I'm calling the cops-ARGH!"

The intruder had risen and bitten the guard in the arm, his head was still down but Alfred was sure he had seen something similar before. He just couldn't put his finger on it…

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud thud.

And then the screaming started.

"Oh my God! Is he dead?"

"What the hell? But it was just a bite!"

"N-no way…"

All eyes were on the slumped body of the seemingly healthy guard. Skyler looked at America worriedly.

"Al? Is he…You know?"

"I don't know, Sky." Came the reply. The nation couldn't believe it either, he had seen that very guard the other day, doing running drills with a couple of buddies. He seemed pretty healthy. So why would a bite-?

And then it hit him.

"Shit!"

Skyler looked at him.

"What?" Alfred grabbed her hand.

"We need to get out of here now!"

Meanwhile the President walked down from the stage and towards the unconscious guard.

"It's okay, I know CPR." He said kneeling over the body. America ran after him with Skyler not so far behind.

"Wait! Boss-" He was stopped by another guard.

"Don't interrupt!" He hissed. "This'll make a good story. We need as many supporters as possible and you know that."

"But-!" The words coming out of America's lips screeched to a halt as the "dead" guard began to move.

Many gasps rippled through the room.

"He's alive!"

"The President touched him and he came back to life!"

"It's a miracle!"

Many cameras began to flash but America kept his gaze on the guard as he raised his head.

Red eyes.

Rotting flesh.

A zombie.

"MR. PRESIDENT!" America screamed. "GET AWAY FROM THAT THING!"

"Hm?" The Boss looked up. "America, this is not the time for silly games-GAH!"

Too late.

The most important man in the US was bitten in the neck by one of his ex-employees. But this time no cameras flashed. No one cheered.

Everyone just screamed.

"DADDY!" Skyer began to run towards her farther but her brother figure pulled her back.

"Sir!" Another member of security ran over to help but the intruder, probably sick of being forgotten, pounced on him and tackled the poor man to the floor.

Everyone ran towards the main door, only to be greeted by a steady stream of walking corpses.

America tightened his grip on Skyler's hand.

"We're going through the back door." But the girl tried to pull away from his grip.

"No! I want to see daddy!" He could see the tears in those eyes which contained so much joy and mischief only seconds ago but Alfred shook his head.

"No, daddy's dead Sky. He's not one of us anymore."

But she didn't listen.

Looking back, America guessed that he couldn't really blame her for kicking him in "Florida." After all, she had just seen her dad die and then "come back to life." Anyone would go crazy after seeing that.

But still, he ran after her as she sped through the mobs of the dead and the dying. Occasionally kicking or punching the odd corpse which got in her way-just as Al had taught her in self-defence in case she ever needed to defend herself from creeps and perverts. She only stopped when a familiar figure came towards her…

"Daddy! You're okay!" The teen squealed as she ran and hugged her dad.

But "Daddy" never hugged back.

The girl looked up, confused.

"…Dad?"

CHOMP!

"SKYLER!"

America ran. He didn't care about the rest of his people in this war-zone. They were all probably dead now anyway. Sky was all that mattered.

He was almost there, but then…

CRASH!

A freshly made zombie grabbed his foot causing the American nation to tumble forwards onto the hard, marble floor. Gritting his teeth as jolts of pain shot through his body.

Looking up, America could see more and more zombies-those his own people-coming towards him. He closed his eyes and waited for his fate.

I'm sorry boss, Sky. I couldn't save you guys despite being a Hero.

He could feel the warm, stinking breath of the un-dead on his skin.

And then…

"AMERICA!"

FLASH!

The tightening on America's leg suddenly stopped as he slowly opened his eyes, expecting to be a soul-less, brain-munching creep.

But he wasn't.

The Zombies were all lying on the floor or slumped against wall.

Now they were permanently dead.

The person who said his name rushed over to him, but America could only see a blur.

"Thank God you're alright!" His saviour said, "is anything broken? Do you think you can stand up?"

It was the voice which caused America's senses to sharpen. Which seemed to re-light his desire to live.

The person he loved so dearly.

"England!?"

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**So...What do you guys think.**

**I tried to make Skyler as un-mary-sue-ish as possible but that's kind of hard for a character who only appears in a chapter or two. Also, more people will be mentioned next chapter hopefully.**

**Until next time...BYE! :)**


	2. Chapter 2

**Update time~ :) Hehe, sorry for the wait, I kept losing inspiration but college is over for the year and I'm improving on my driving _and _I got to meet one of my fav child-hood authors last week so now I'm really pumped up and was able to get some good ideas and enough motivation to finish this chapter! YAY!**

**Right, warnings!**

**Warnings: OC death, mentions of character deaths, a bit of mild violence, OOCness and swearing...Lots of swearing.**

**Okay, so... ENJOY!**

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"England?!" Said nation gave a relived smile.

"Well I guess you're not a mind-less corpse," he chuckled before his face turned serious. "Did they bite you or anything?"

"No…" America groaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing his temples. He smiled weakly.

"I didn't think you were coming." The British nation bowed his head.

"I am terribly sorry, America. I know it was rude of me to not show up, especially after accepting the invitation but… Well, _something _came up." The younger nation's eyes widened.

"Wait? You don't mean-?"

"The whole world is infected, America." A glint of sadness shone in those emerald eyes Alfred loved so much. "No nation is safe. Our immunity can save us from many things but zombie bites are not one of them." The American stood up.

"So if you or me got infected then it's game over?"

"It's "you or I" git, and yes, I guess so." Arthur said calmly, even though Alfred could see that his hands were shaking. He was about to point it out but then he heard a moan of pain from the over side of the room.

"Skyler!" He was about to run over to her but England stopped him.

"Don't, America. It's not safe." The younger nation raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell are you talking about? She's fine, see?" It was true, Skyler's eyes were still green and her skin showed no bluish-hue like the one death brings. But Britain shook his head.

"No, Alfred, she isn't. Look at her right shoulder." Said American followed the Brit's instructions and gasped. The velvet green dress the teenage girl wore was torn at the right shoulder, revealing a large, bloody mark outlined by the print of rows of jagged teeth on her surrounding flesh.

The mark of a future zombie.

America shook his head in disbelieve, tears filling in his sky blue eyes.

"No…It's not true. It can't be. Oh God I'm dreaming." He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"She doesn't have long." Arthur said sadly. "In fact, the only reason she is not one of them yet is because of my magic." He bent over and picked up a gun which belonged to one of the guards and pressed it into America's hands.

But the gun wasn't accepted.

America slapped the weapon away, causing it to fall out of England's hands and slide across the floor thanks to the lack of friction the growing pools of blood caused, eventually coming to a stop by bumping into the corpse of the now ex-President. America gritted his teeth.

"No, I know what you're gonna say and I'm not gonna do it. She's like my little sister, I can't let her die!"

England tightened his grip on the younger nation's shoulder.

"You're meant to be a hero, America. And a hero's job is to save other's, no matter what the cost is."

"Yeah, and that means not letting them fucking die!"

America pushed the British man away and ran towards the girl. But England recovered from his shock quickly.

"FREEZE!" He yelled, pointing at is ex-colony. A pale blue spark of light shot out of his hand and hit America, stopping him in his tracks. Only his eyes could move. Arthur sighed before slowly making his way past the frozen nation and towards the young American dying on the floor, whilst America's cold stare bore into his back.

Skyler's breathing was getting more and more shallow by the second. Her hair was now a rusty brown-ish colour thanks to the blood it was soaking up. Her vibrant eyes were now dull, almost grey and the tears flowing down her cheeks showed that she was obviously in great pain, but she still smiled when England crouched down over her.

"Y-You…Must be…England right?" The man smiled softly.

"Yes, love. My name is indeed England. It is very nice to meet you." He noticed the young girl raise her hand and held it gently.

"Cool… Alfred T-Told me so much about you…"

"Really? He wouldn't stop talking about you once he got started." Skyler laughed but it sounded more like a whisper. England stroked the back of her hand, noticing the greying skin and how it was getting colder by the second. He reached out for a pistol which was lying near by.

"I have always wanted to meet you, Miss Skyler," he began. "You have made Alfred so happy and for that, I thank you." He picked up the gun with one, never letting the small hand slip from his other.

"I'm sorry it has to end like this, I promise it won't hurt too much, you've suffered enough already."

Skyler slowly opened her mouth to speak.

"D-Daddy-" Her words were halted by a nasty fit of coughing, blood began to trickle past her lips in small streams. Time was running out.

"Shhh. Don't talk if it hurts, poppet." England positioned the gun so it was at the side of her head. "You'll be with him soon." He stroked her hand with his thumb again.

"Now I just need you to do one last thing for me," he continued. "I'm going to pull the trigger but I only will when you are absolutely ready so give my hand a good squeeze when you want me to do so, okay?" The dying teen nodded.

"Good girl."

America narrowed his eyes, feeling his throat ache from the sobs trying to fight the spell that England had put on him. He knew what Britain was doing. His vision clouded as Skyler, the girl he saw as his little sister. The girl he swore to protect no matter what. The girl he had failed the most, turned her head towards him and smiled.

"Bye, Al," her voice was now extremely soft but Alfred heard every word. "Thanks for everything."

And then she squeezed the hand.

BANG!

England gently arranged the girl's body so she looked as if she was peacefully sleeping, he knew America was furious without having to turn around. After all, he had killed someone close to him.

He walked over to the frozen American, took a deep breath and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Release."

America fell to the floor almost immediately, gasping for breath. Arthur looked at him sadly.

"I'm sorry but-" But America ignored him.

"Skyler!" He shoved England aside and rushed to the girl's side, violently shaking her awake.

"Sky, c'mon it's not funny anymore. Please wake up. Please, please PLEASE!" Arthur looked at his ex-colony sympathetically but then turned his attention to the back door behind the podium. His body tensed.

"America, we have to leave now."

Said American didn't listen, was he ignoring him or just too deep in despair to notice? England didn't know but had no time to care, he ran over and yanked the blue-eyed man away.

"America-"

"Get away from me, you murderer!" Alfred spat, slapping his fellow nation away, despite the voice in the back of his mind telling him to cry and hug the Brit. Arthur, who was currently frozen in shock, was about to make some poisonous remark when-

SMASH!

A clawed hand chipped away at the wooden door and flailed around franticly in mind air. Only to be followed by another.

And another… And another…

Arthur sighed.

"We don't have bloody time for this," he muttered as he grabbed America once again, much to said nation's disgust.

"Hey, let go!" Alfred yelled but to no avail. England began to chant. The room was getting brighter, it was suffocating. Alfred began to struggle in Arthur's grip despite the pleas from the voice in his head.

America wanted to listen, he wanted to obey, he wanted to hold England in his arms and tell him that he was sorry. That he loved him.

But he couldn't, his grief for Skyler wouldn't allow it.

Instead he continued to thrash around in England's grip as said Brit's chanting began to quicken and get louder.

But so did the banging on the door…

Suddenly, America's vision began to blur, filling up with hot white light. He screamed from the pain caused by the intensity burning his eyes, trying harder to pull away from the older nation but England wouldn't let go.

CRASH!

America could hear the door fall down, but it felt so far away now. Everything was blurred as if he was underwater, even his lungs had began to feel the burning sensation as if he was drowning.

He had no more strength to fight…

America felt himself weaken into England's grip as everything began to fade to white and the chanting stopped.

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**Meanwhile…**

Crimson eyes slowly opened to face murky grey skies as Alfie. Z James, the second player personification of America sat up slowly and rubbed his head.

"What the fuck did I drink last night?" He muttered to himself as he felt around for his trusty bat which he always left on his bedside table.

"Tut tut tut, another penny in the swear jar for you!" The American gritted his teeth at the sugary sweet voice laced with a thick British accent.

"Oliver what the fuck did I tell you about coming in to my room? Do you want me to cave your fucking head in?" Oliver Lirkland placed his hands on his hips and narrowed his baby blue and pink eyes.

"Honestly, I thought I raised you better than this!" He sighed, "and what on earth are you talking about? We're not in your room. We're not even in our world!" The American was about to ask the other 2P if he was "fucking insane" (and he probably was) when his vision began to sharpen to reveal not a blood red carpet surrounded by black walls covered in heavy metal posters and weapon racks, but a dull greying sky and muddy earth. He blinked.

"What the fuck?" He muttered, pulling himself onto his feet as it all came crashing back like a ton of bricks.

The zombies, the screaming, the deaths, the panic, the portal.

The portal!

"OLIVER YOU BITCH!" Alfie shrieked, lunging towards the Brit, luckily help was at hand.

"Nat! Get the fuck off me!" He snapped as he tried to pull out of his brother's grip, but the Canadian shook his head.

"You need to calm the hell down first," he said. "We've already lost more than enough as it is. The last thing we need right now is an un-necessary death. Even if Oliver is as annoying as fuck," he added, narrowing his eyes at the strawberry blond. Alfie still continued to struggle.

"He told us the portal would take us to the 1P UN building! Now we're all gonna fucking die!" The British nation crossed his arms.

"It's not my fault I'm not naturally gifted and have to rely on potions," he argued. "You should know the rules by now: any second player who's first player double can use magic cannot have the gift themselves. And besides," he pointed to a silhouette in the distance. "I was only a little bit off in my calculations!"

"A little? But that's miles away!" Francois, the second player double for France, whined as he dusted himself off. Gradually many of the other surviving second players began to come to. But Alfie noticed that many were missing such as 2P Norway,2P Romania and his brother's bear (this probably meant that Nat would hold some crappy remembrance service later that he would be dragged into attending. Stupid bear!), he sighed.

"Okay, so it looks like our world wasn't the only one affected," he said gesturing at the ruins of what seemed to be a former village and the odd bone which littered the area around their feet.

"Well duh!" Came a voice at the back.

"Who said that?" America's other self growled at the crowd. "Who the fuck said that?"

Silence.

"…Yeah just as I thought," he narrowed his eyes before continuing.

"So by now we should have been as safe as houses but because _someone_," he glared at Oliver, "fucked up, we're still a long way off."

"But Freddie, it's only a little walk and a good hike is good for your body-"

"SHUT UP OLIVER! And stop calling me that!" The red eyed nation sighed. "You know what? Fuck this, let's just go-"

"Uh, Al?"

"For fuck's sake! What now?" Nat merely pointed to the far right. Following his finger, blood coloured eyes widened as Alfie's vision met what he hoped he would never see ever again.

Zombies.

And a shit load of them too.

Heading towards them.

"…Fuck!"

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**A mile or so away in the UN building...**

"I thought I told you not to strain yourself!"

"Look, Norway I tried everything I could but the Git wouldn't listen. I had no choice!"

"Fine, just be more careful next time. I'm sick of reminding you about how your tolerance magic is weaker than mine and Romania's. The last thing we need is for you to pass out in this sort of situation."

"Heh, you sound like someone's mother, Norge."

"Denmark, shut up!"

"…Ugh…" America slowly sat up and began to rub his head.

"Ah! America-san's awake!" The room went quiet except for the sound of running footsteps.

"America! Can you hear me? Do you think you can stand up, aru?"

"C-China?" The American smiled weakly. "Is that you? The room keeps spinning like one of those freaky carnival rides!"

"He's okay!" The Chinaese man sighed as other nations began to swarm around them.

"Thank goodness," Canada smiled as his brother was helped up by China. America grinned as the world around him began to settle down.

"Hey Bro, yeah I'm alright. I'm the Hero, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you did have a rather unfortunate time, mon ami," France stepped forward. "We thought you and Canada would be safe for a while longer but the infection spread quicker than expected ."

Japan bowed his head apologetically.

"We are all very sorry for your loss, England-san told us everything-"

"England…" America's face darkened. "…Where is he?" Japan paled as he began to wish he had said nothing.

"Um… Well he-"

"I'm here!" England interrupted as he came over as calm as ever, pissing off America even more despite the fact the British man's face was laced with guilt.

"America, I truly am sorry and I'm not just saying that. I really mean it." America laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, sure you do," he spat. "She's dead, England. You killed her!"

"I know, and I'm sorry but it was the only way-"

"BULLSHIT!" Alfred shouted, clenching his fists. Canada stepped forward.

"A-Al-"

"You know magic, right? Then you could have cured her, right? Oh, wait! You can't cause it's all in your fucking head!" America continued his rant, ignoring Canada's attempts to calm him down, ignoring Norway's poisonous glares, ignoring the voice in his head as it screamed and begged at him to stop.

"You're a traitor, England, no, Arthur Kirkland. You're a traitor and a murderer." America's eyes widened like everyone else's as he heard the venomous words, the worse words you could possibly say from one nation to another, seep out of his mouth, cloaked in his own voice.

The room was once again silent, but this time it was suffocating. Every single pair of eyes was focused on him.

Apart from one pair of emerald green which were focused on the floor. America stepped cautiously towards the man he loved so much- the one he had just hurt.

"…Iggy?"

The smaller man looked up slowly and America's heart shattered into a million pieces.

"It's alright, America." The English nation smiled despite his tear-filled eyes. "I already know. I am a traitor! I'm a killer of my own kind and those who are closest to them. Thanks for pointing that out!"

And then he was gone, running out of the room with a trail of tears of sobs following close behind.

"Mr. England!" Liechtenstein ran after him with Canada hot on her heals. No one stopped them, they where both close friends of the Brit and would probably be the most comforting in a situation such as this.

It was only when the door shut behind the three blond nations that all hell broke loose.

Norway stormed over to America, his eyes full of venom.

"Just how insensitive are you?" He growled. Alfred backed away slowly.

"Dude calm down, I was pissed off, I didn't want to say those things, I really didn't-"

SLAP!

"NORGE!" Denmark rushed over and pulled back the furious Norwegian whilst America nursed his cheek.

"You think you have a right to do what ever you want because you've lost someone?" Norway continued. "Well newsflash: we've all lost someone!" He gestured to where the other Nordics stood, Iceland wasn't there.

"And did you even stop to think about why England knows so much about zombies and nations despite the fact he's never seen them before?" America froze.

"Wha…?" Seychelles came over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"America, the thing-no, the infection… The UK was one of it's first targets, they didn't have enough time to prepare and…" Tears fell down her cheeks and Monaco had to run over and scoop her into a hug.

"England-san was the only survivor," Japan continued where Seychelles stopped. "He watched Ireland-san and Northern Ireland-san in their final moments before having to kill Wales-san and Scotland-san with his own hands."

"_No nation is safe. Our immunity can save us from many things but zombie bites are not one of them."_

Anger began to build within the American. Anger towards himself.

"I… I should have known something was wrong… I'm a Hero… But I couldn't save anyone…"

"…A-Amérique?" France reached out slowly to touch the American but Alfred fell to his knees an began to scream.

A scream full of anger and hatred towards himself…

On behalf of those he had both loved and failed…

Both human and nation.

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**Ah~ Feels so good to finish this chapter~ :) Sorry if you feel that the mood got ruined a little with the 2P part what with them all squabbling, for somestrange reason I couldn't help giggling when I read that bit back, but I guess it was kind of needed after how sad the first part was. Sniff...R.I.P Skyler :'(**

**Also, I kinda need to warn you now that the plan so far is that the next chapter or maybe next couple of chapters will be in the UN building before things really kick off, just to get a mind set of who's already dead (still deciding on a few) and about the infection and stuff because as some of you who may have read one or two of my main stories before will know, I like to try and give as many characters as I can a chance in the spot light and pairings e.t.c like I really want to try writing Monaco in this story since I belive most of the Hetalia girls deserve some more love and I haven't really done her much yet but I need to think up something for her. I already have ideas for at least three side stories for other nations though so...yeah :)**

**Also, yeah my head cannon is that 2Ps can use very powerful dark magic if their double can't use magic (so pretty much everyone but 2P England, 2P Norway and 2P Romania) I also have one where the 2P's ages are different but I probably won't use that in this story.**

**Okay, I've blabbered on enough, I'm off for a glass of pink lemonade! :)**

**Until next time...Bye bye! :)**


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